Rose: You know what I do when I'm scared?
Sophia: You toss your cookies.
Rose: I mean besides that. I sing.
Dorothy: You what?
Rose: A lullaby my mother used to sing to me when I was a little girl. So, when I'm scared or alone, I sing it and it gives me courage.
Blanche: No song is gonna help me.
Rose: [singing] Over there Over there Send the word, send the word over there That the Yanks are coming-
Dorothy: That is the lullaby that your mother sang to you?
Rose: Well, it was the only song she knew. During World War I she gave out donuts and coffee to the doughboys before they boarded the trains for Europe. It works, truly. She said no one can be scared when they hear that song, except maybe the Kaiser.

Dr. Stein: How are we feeling, Mrs. Devereaux?
Blanche: A little nervous.
Dr. Stein: You really don't need makeup.
Blanche: Well, I wanna look good just in case.
Dr. Stein: Just in case what?
Blanche: In case something should go wrong. I've been to enough funerals to see how they make up dead people. They look like clowns. You expect to see a dozen of 'em jump out of one coffin.

Blanche: Well, anyway, all the same I've gotta get busy writin' down my activities, and I'd better call Simon and cancel our date for tonight. You know, I'm really starting to care about him, and I wouldn't want him worrying about my recording his performance. You know how fragile men's egos are. One little thing like screaming out the wrong name, and they go all to pieces.